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I was watching television yesterday and I noticed that Tony Sorprano and I have the same coffee mugs. That disturbs me a little. Also, I have been eating a lot of spaghetti lately. Craving pasta carbohydrates. And not just any pasta, Italian pasta. I eschew couscous when it is offered. I think I am turning into a mafioso.
In other news, we did laundry this weekend. Mike washed it, and I folded it. We are a good team. I also cleaned out the birdcage, and assembled the new small birdcage that Hans and Moira were originally going to go in. Since Hans and Moira got adopted this week and now have a new good home in St. Louis, it is empty. But it's a nice cage.
I've had to keep a close eye on the birds this weekend, because springtime means "OMG PARROT HORMONE TIME?" I haven't had this problem before, but Jeremy and Dani have gotten it into their little feathered brains that it would be a fantastic idea to make a whole bunch of new little parakeets to put in this big cage. I have kept my squirt bottle handy, and they're getting a little cranky about it. I suppose I can understand. I mean, if every time I started getting hot and bothered, God dumped a bucket of water on me, I might start getting a little peeved as well. But they don't make little versions of The Pill for parakeets. Besides, Jeremy's a fickle sort, right now he's chasing Dana all over the cage. She keeps biting him. So far he hasn't made a move on Jo or Karen, but that's because Jo is bigger than he is, and Karen is a vicious little psychopath. She's so cute. Aegis remains above the rabble, occasionally regurgitating for Dana in a gentlemanly sort of way, but he's not nearly as desperate as Jeremy seems to be.
In other other news, Lauren is getting into the home sex toy party business. I'm thinking about hosting a party here, because I know how to clean the living room now, and I'm very proud. And also, kickass hostess discounts. Lauren will be a way better salesperson than the lady who did the Vagina Monologues party. I was really uncomfortable there, not because of the content, but because of her attitude. She seemed to hate men and be a little too afraid of good sex. I was a bit weirded out.
And now there is a tornado, so it's time to go pack the birds. Later!
In other news, we did laundry this weekend. Mike washed it, and I folded it. We are a good team. I also cleaned out the birdcage, and assembled the new small birdcage that Hans and Moira were originally going to go in. Since Hans and Moira got adopted this week and now have a new good home in St. Louis, it is empty. But it's a nice cage.
I've had to keep a close eye on the birds this weekend, because springtime means "OMG PARROT HORMONE TIME?" I haven't had this problem before, but Jeremy and Dani have gotten it into their little feathered brains that it would be a fantastic idea to make a whole bunch of new little parakeets to put in this big cage. I have kept my squirt bottle handy, and they're getting a little cranky about it. I suppose I can understand. I mean, if every time I started getting hot and bothered, God dumped a bucket of water on me, I might start getting a little peeved as well. But they don't make little versions of The Pill for parakeets. Besides, Jeremy's a fickle sort, right now he's chasing Dana all over the cage. She keeps biting him. So far he hasn't made a move on Jo or Karen, but that's because Jo is bigger than he is, and Karen is a vicious little psychopath. She's so cute. Aegis remains above the rabble, occasionally regurgitating for Dana in a gentlemanly sort of way, but he's not nearly as desperate as Jeremy seems to be.
In other other news, Lauren is getting into the home sex toy party business. I'm thinking about hosting a party here, because I know how to clean the living room now, and I'm very proud. And also, kickass hostess discounts. Lauren will be a way better salesperson than the lady who did the Vagina Monologues party. I was really uncomfortable there, not because of the content, but because of her attitude. She seemed to hate men and be a little too afraid of good sex. I was a bit weirded out.
And now there is a tornado, so it's time to go pack the birds. Later!
